"Self-repair in alchemy? No! No! This is not self-repair in the ordinary sense, but already has the characteristics of a complete living body. ”

Luke seemed to have discovered something interesting, and his eyes sparkled with excitement and curiosity.

You must know that the bionic alchemy puppet created by the Darrants, although it also has a certain degree of self-repair ability, it is impossible to connect the broken arm back after the nerve conduction and energy transmission systems are all damaged.

The scene in front of me is not so much the crystallization of technology, but rather a kind of special ability that life has evolved itself and finally obtained.

There is no doubt that this strange-looking guy has long ceased to be a simple alchemy puppet, but has evolved into a half-man-made, half-life special individual under the interference of unknown forces.

Although it does not yet possess complex logic, thinking, and judgment, it has a preliminary sense of self, and even knows how to hunt other intelligent beings, and promote its own growth by devouring each other's flesh and soul.

"Blood!guts!Give me your blood!guts!"

The puppet obviously does not possess too advanced intelligence, but simply follows the original set combat instinct and the unparalleled desire to complete the evolution, and keeps muttering a few simple words in the Darrant language, setting his sights on the boy who has twice inflicted great damage on himself.

It was clear that in its sheer consciousness, the little man had been listed as the number one threat.

As for the rest of the shivering squad, they were firmly held in place by the red goo that erupted for the next few seconds, becoming lambs to be slaughtered on the board.

Staring at the puppet that was cautiously approaching him step by step, Luke suddenly asked in Darrene, which he had only recently learned, "Who are you?"

"I ...... Who am I?" The puppet paused, a puzzled look on its face.

"That's right, who are you, or who do you think you are?" Luke led the conversation with interest.

He could feel that the puppet in front of him should not have such a low intelligence, maybe it was a lack of communication and communication, or it could be unable to overcome strong primitive instincts and desires, in short, even if some of the puppet's own intelligence was retained, it should not become the weird appearance it is now.

"Who are you?"

Not knowing how to answer, the puppet asks the same rhetorical question.

Without asking, he knew that his intelligence potential was being rapidly awakened, and he even gave up his intention to continue the attack for the time being, stopping at a distance of less than ten meters from the target.

"I'm Luke, a traveler interested in lost knowledge. The boy gave an answer without hurrying.

"Luke?" the puppet tilted its head as if thinking about something, and after a long moment continued to ask, "Is this your name?"

"That's right! That's my name. It was the name given to me by the tribal elders who raised me. Luke smiled and nodded.

The few survivors in the distance, who were trapped in place by the dark red viscous substance, couldn't help but open their mouths wide when they saw this scene, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Because in their eyes, this murderer who killed countless companions is a deformed, twisted, cruel, bloodthirsty monster who should not and cannot have wisdom at all, let alone communicate.

But now, Luke, who has a powerful spell-casting ability and is regarded by them as the only one capable of fighting against it, has begun to talk to monsters in a language he doesn't understand.

He ...... What is he doing?" a man who had been cocooned in a red gooey substance couldn't help but ask his companion who was close at hand.

The latter shook his head with a wry smile: "How would I know. That kid, who thinks differently than all of us, might be able to convince the monster to let us go. ”

"Leave us alone? Are you kidding! That damn monster killed half of us, including the guide and leader. Right now, even if we leave the forest alive, we won't be able to find the right way in the endless desert, let alone remember the places where we can resupply and rest. Don't be naïve, we have lost our future, we have lost the qualification to live. An old man with a bitter face on his face spoke the harsh reality.

His words were like some kind of terrible curse, instantly causing the desperate eyes of every survivor present.

It's so hard to stay alive in this apocalyptic world, and often an unexpected encounter can make the seemingly powerful team fall apart in a short period of time.

However, the fate of the team members is obviously not Luke's concern.

At this moment, he was carefully observing the connection between the puppet drive and countless hands and feet, and asked meaningfully, "You put these limbs on yourself?"

"Yes!" the puppet nodded without thinking.

"Why? why are you putting so many hands and feet on yourself?" Luke continued to probe tentatively.

"Because they make me stronger!Hunt!Then evolve!I ...... I want to have a real soul. The puppet tilted its head, its eyes filled with extreme longing.

Shock!

A feeling that could not be described in words welled up in Luke's heart.

He swore he had never seen such a scalp-tingling attachment and desire.

Will, usually refers to the perception or idea that a living organism has about things, and it is also the driving force for putting it into practice.

If an ordinary person's desire to live is one, then the puppet's desire to obtain a complete soul is a thousand.

"You...... Can you give me all your flesh and guts? You are so strong, if I devour you, I will be able to regain my life. The puppet slowly stretched out one of its thickest arms, trying to touch the boy's face.

Unfortunately, before it could get closer, Luke cast a spell to isolate the two with an energy stance.

I saw him stretch out a finger and shake it with a smile in front of the other party: "No, no, no, I won't give you my blood, internal organs, or even my soul." On the contrary, I have another option for you, one that you don't have to kill, but you can also get a full soul. But the premise is, you have to tell you how you came to be the way you are, how did you awaken to your self-awareness, and most importantly, what secrets are hidden in the ruins of this ancient city!"

"Soul! Give me my whole soul! Immediately!

As if the puppet had been stimulated by something, its emotions suddenly became intense, and its aggression increased from basically zero just now to the highest in an instant.

If it weren't for a force field blocking it, it would definitely rush up as soon as possible.